Rejected But Wanted By The Alpha King

"You barren witch. It amuses me how you actually think life is all about making successes in business." The words of her mother-in-law sliced through the loud music that penetrated the walls of Rashel's matrimonial room.

"You plan to let me die without seeing my grandchildren? I'll make sure to throw you out of my son's life sooner than you think!" Mrs. Charlotte spat, pointing her perfectly manicured fingers at Rashel, who stood with a neutral expression.

Rashel was used to this. The only difference about the former Luna's words to her today was that she, Rashel, was about to prove her wrong.

She was never barren. In fact, she was pregnant and waiting to share the news with Seth, her mate, whom she had been married to for the past three years.

It was a big day for Rashel and the Nightwish pack. They had organized one of the biggest business gala ever hosted in two years.

The Nightwish pack was the fourth largest pack in the country. They were respected by all.

Seth was proud of her, and that was all that mattered.

"Mum, I'd like to return to the party. I only came to use the restroom," Rashel said with a forced smile that seemed to reach her sapphire eyes as she walked past Charlotte.

Outside, a lot of dignitaries graced the occasion. It was such a pity that Alpha Jethro couldn't make it to the party.

Rashel had never met with the lycan king. Ever. She only reached him through his Beta, Gamma, PAs... He was so unavailable to the public. But seeing that today was a significant day when people come to get business contacts and make new acquaintances, she wished he would be present.

She was dying to show him the Fortis Security Network. The project is a Tech Integration for Pack Security involving the implementation of cutting-edge security systems and technology to protect the pack's territory and assets.

This project will be beneficial not just to their pack but to other packs who might want to partner with her pack. And, considering the fact that Alpha Jethro is the CEO of the biggest Tech Company in the country and beyond, he was the best person to talk to about this project.

"Hello, beautiful. May I have this dance?" A familiar voice pulled her out of her wishful thoughts.

Rashel smiled sheepishly, wrapping her arms around his neck - her husband. The man to whom she had given her all for the past four years now.

Seth, 31, was the man after her heart. They had dated for one year and had decided they were meant for each other, even though the Moon Goddess deemed it fit to pair them.

"Come here, baby," she pulled him in, capturing his lips in hers in a passionate kiss.

Rashel's gaze rested on Fiona, Seth's sister, who sat with her group of friends, glaring at her, their eyes shooting daggers at her.

She only smiled. Her marriage to Seth was opposed by his family, except his late father, Alpha Kingsley, who loved her like his own daughter.

But she didn't care. As long as she had Seth's love and support, every other person can kiss her ass.

Suddenly, Rashel felt Seth's body stiffen under her embrace. He slowly pulled away, sniffing the air.

Seth's eyes darkened with a sudden intensity, his grip loosening on Rashel's waist as he inhaled deeply. The transformation in his demeanor was immediate and jarring.

Seth's nostrils flared, his gaze darting toward the entrance of the ballroom.

"Is something wrong?" Rashel asked, her voice laced with concern as she gazed into Seth's Hazel eyes. But Seth's attention had already drifted, his expression clouded with something she couldn't immediately place.

His eyes flashed a subtle shade of green. His wolf fought to take full control.

It was at that moment Rashel understood what was going on. Her husband just found his mate.

She followed her husband's gaze, and there, she saw her... The woman who was going to ruin her life. Her husband's mate.

The young, elegant lady stepped into the ballroom with grace and poise that made Rashel's stomach churn.

Her long, dark hair cascaded in glossy waves down her back, framing a heart-shaped face. Her deep green eyes sparked with a captivating glint that drew attention.

She walked forward, obviously feeling the same way Seth felt as her gaze swept the entire hall before resting on Seth's enchanted form.

"No. Seth. Come back here!" Rashel said in a desperate whisper as her husband abandoned her in the middle of the hall, walking toward the other woman as if his life depended on it.

The crowd erupted in a murmur.

A dam threatened to break from Rashel's eyes as her gaze rested on Charlotte and Fiona. They had this satisfied look on their faces that would haunt her for the rest of her life.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she watched Seth close the distance between them.

She struggled to process the sudden, sharp pain that pierced her heart when the woman smiled at Seth, and he returned the smile as he pulled her into a warm embrace.

Recognition dawned on Rashel. That was Viola. The Beta's sister, who had been studying abroad since she was a teenager.

She shamelessly ran after Seth, not minding the crowd staring at her. This was her marriage. Her life. Her man. She had to fight for it all.

"Seth! What... What are you doing?" Her teary eyes searched his desperately, her slender palms holding onto his large arm.

"Stop it, Rashel. You are making a scene," Seth whispered to her, looking around the curious eyes of the crowd.

"Hi..." Viola said to Rashel before turning to meet Seth, "Who is she?" Her sugary voice asked with an equally sweet smile.

Seth swallowed. "Uh... She's nothing we can't take care of. You don't have to worry about her."

At that point, the world seemed to tilt for Rashel. Her legs felt suddenly weak as if the very ground beneath her was giving way. She could barely grasp the cold hardness of Seth's arm, her fingers trembling and losing their strength as they slipped away.

Her legs buckled beneath her, her knees giving way as her vision narrowed to a dark, suffocating tunnel. She tried to call out, but no words came before she finally gave in to the darkness that threatened to envelop her.